Fir nahate nahate mai mom se flirt karne laga kabhi unke chooche par hath ferta kabhi gaand par. Mom ko bhi iska andaza ho gya use shakha hone laga to...mai hat gya mai koi risk nahi lena chahta tha.Fir poora din normal raha. Raat ko mom ne mujhe kaha k jo beach tu keh raha tha ka waha sab nange rehte hai mujhe waha jana hai. Mai chonk gya mujhe pata chal gya k mom kabse chudi nahi hai unhe lauda dkehne ka man kar raha hai to maine kaha thik hai kal chalte hai. Agli subah jab hum nude beach jane. After giving myself a douche and shower, I curled my hair in heated rollers, I put on really sexy underwear and black sheer stockings, then the black cocktail dress I wore when dad ****d me. Dad arrived at six pm, I poked my head around the door so he would not see what I was wearing, and told him to have a shower and shave while I got dinner ready. When he came down, I had just lit the candles and put the dinner on the table ready, he took a good look at me and the candle lit table‘Just. He scoops me up as though I weigh nothing and holds me so close. Where he carries me depends on my mood. If I’m still angry at this point, still hurt with what and where I am, then we are somewhere confined – a dungeon room, a jail cell, a locked bedroom. I fight with him and he hurts me – hurts me so good. I am manhandled, and smacked at least two or three times, but I never stop fighting until his hand is around my neck. That is his power, that is what I respect at this point, his ability to. On a pedestrian crossing. At a Supermarket check out. He loved watching the girls as they desperately tried to resist rubbing their clits as the fluids squirted. He also loved their embarrassment as the fluid inevitably leaked out if them as if they had wet themselves.The Lady Butt plug was simple, just the biggest shell the lady could actually get up her ass. A hollow shell which could be filled with heroin, gold, a mobile phone or flick knife or semtex. The Arabs bought them filled with.